Warnings: ¡fem! receiving oral, praise, making out, implied age difference with reader in 20's and Higuruma 36, face sitting, slapping at one part
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¡Law Professor Higuruma! who is known for having a 60% pass rate in your little college. It isn't that the man is bad at teaching, it's just people can't focus when they have a hunk like him in front of them!
He shows up in a black, pressed suit every day with a signature coffee in hand— enough to make the coeds drool. Then again, practically any man who isn't partying all week in sigma alpha epsilon or sigma chi is a total upgrade.
Then there was his constant relaxed expression like the actor Adrien Brody in the early 2010's. His voice was smooth and had a deeper pitch to it than the 20 year old men that look around lecture halls waiting to hit on some sorority girl. He carried himself with an air of silent confidence a 36 year old man should have, and a spritz of Versace Eros.
His voice could practically be recorded and uploaded into some asmr channel and have a couple thousands subscribers; even if he's just talking about actus reus or mens rea. He'd lean his hip against the desk while flipping through whatever case file he was discussing for the week and all you could focus on was how he rolled his cuffed sleeves up: exposing his delicious forearms.
Needless to say, you were pretty distracted all of the first semester which quickly nipped you in the butt when you took the midterm and got a whopping 65%. You were quick to message Professor Higuruma to try and sweet talk him into any possible extra credit.
¡Law Professor Higuruma! who didn't necessarily say no to redemption, but he didn't like it. After all, it was college and it's important the adults he taught to grasp the content since they're training to be important members of society.
However, when he read over your professional, but clearly panicked, email and saw that you had completed his optional assignments— he cut you some slack. He arranged a meeting to go over the exam and review all the materials for partial credit on the assessment. Every day he saw you attend class, sit in the front row, and hang onto every word he'd say. He thought it was pretty sweet he had a student so attentive to their learning. If only he knew half of that "learning" was just trying to memorize the image of a vein running up his forearm.
¡Law Professor Higuruma! who scheduled the one on one meeting for after his last class on Friday, for he really didn't want to do extra work on the weekends. Though you quickly obliged and threw out all Friday night plans with your friends; you did need that partial credit and you wanted an excuse to be with him.
Soon enough Friday rolls around and you showed up to his office at 5:30 pm sharp, like he instructed, all bright eyed and bushy tailed as you knocked on the door before pushing it open. His office was about how you'd expect with a basic brown couch that looked straight out of a Tuscany mom's house, books pilled on the bookshelves that lined the far end of the room, and a coffee table.
"Ah, quite punctual. Good trait to have— bit of a dying cultural thing," he comments with a slight smile that let you know he was trying to be welcoming by joking; well, slightly joking. "I hope you don't mind working at the coffee table. I was trying to reserve a study room in the library, but it seems like a few groups of students already took them"
"That'd be the literature majors! I believe Professor Nanami is having his midterm on Monday," you informed him with a smile while moving to the table and plopping yourself down on the couch. You'd worn a skirt, though slightly regretted it when you felt the cold leather kiss the back of your thighs.
"Hm," he hummed while standing from his desk and gathering papers you soon recognized as your actual midterm, "that would make sense. What was it Kento was teaching? The Chrysanthemum and the Sword?"
"Yep," you chirped, then immediately realized this is your professor you're speaking with so you swiftly switched your tone: "Um-.. Yes, sir"
Higuruma gave you a small glance, but inevitably just sat down in the couch beside you, but gave a respectable distance as he opened the exam packet for review.
"Well then, let's begin at the start with torts"
¡Law Professor Higuruma! who has now been beside you reviewing each individual question for nearly 2 hours. Apparently, you got a lot more wrong than you realized. You could've sworn you never learned about the rule against perpetuities.
Though, throughout your session you kept trying to gradually shift closer to the man. Whenever he'd point to a word to emphasis in the question, you'd lean over and tilt your legs towards him; as if being unable to properly see the font. He never commented on it; though one time your knees bumped lightly against his and he just cleared his throat and shifted his legs to not man spread, so you'd have more room.
"It's a notoriously abstract topic that requires analyzing if a property interest will certainly vest, fail, or be destroyed within a life in being—.. being plus 21 years."
He clears his throat, for probably the tenth time this hour, when he glanced over to you only to see you already staring at him through those pretty lashes.
"Oh so like, if a person grants land to their children, then to their grandchildren, it might be a violation if there is any possibility the grandchildren's interest could vest more than 21 years after the last child dies?" you ask back while referencing the question at hand.
"Yes, exactly. You're catching on quick— smart girl," he comments while flipping the page. It was a simple compliment, though the praise did shoot straight to your stomach as a familiar ache set in.
¡Law Professor Higuruma! who has now been here with you for four hours. You had suggested the both of you going home simply because you didn't want to burden his entire Friday night, but he insisted he'd just rather finish the work now.
So, after a customary cup of coffee from his personal espresso machine, the two of you were nearing the last several questions of the exam. You were sure his office light would be the only one illuminating the otherwise dark building. Throughout the entire session, you had gradually inched closed until your thigh is finally brushing against his. He didn't comment on it, but you started to notice his subtle glanced towards your thighs every time he'd flip the next page.
"Alright, for this question I can understand your train of thought; however, it isn't the best answer"
"Mhm, and what is?" damn you're not even attempting to look at the paper at this point. He loosened his tie a while ago and just let his usually precise, white button up shirt open to expose more of his neck.
"Well..," he paused, gazing towards you for a moment since he's felt your stare since three minutes ago. He should've known better than allowing you to stay longer. Professors really weren't even supposed to meet with students past 6 pm— much less sit alone with a student who's been eye fucking him for the past 2 hours. "Hm, well, the distinguished evidence between civil and criminal law is advanced more appropriately in C because—"
"Yeah? I didn't really see that during the test I guess"
You hadn't even realized you began to subtly nibble on the edge of your bottom lip. Though, Higuruma does.
"Or maybe it's just getting hard to concentrate. I hope you don't mind a little brain break? Then we can knock out the rest of the questions," you proposed while not tearing your eyes off his dark ones.
"Hm, yes. That could do us good, and I don't mind it at all"
His gaze switched between your lips to your eyes, but you stayed fixated on his lips and rosy cheeks. Staring at him, you also realized just how close you were to the man. Since when were you nearly only 6 inches away face to face?
The moment continued for a couple more seconds, then the tension finally built up too much like a rushing river and the dam broke. You leaned in before he did, but he was quick to bring his steady hands up to tangle in your hair.
His mouth was moving against yours like a trained veteran as he sets the rhythm and lightly tilts your head back to prep for a new angle. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you quickly catch the memo and let the wet muscle slot into your mouth.
You can't even tell how long the two of you had been kissing, but you did know one of his hands managed to drift to under your shirt and smoothed over your waist. Finally though, he's quickly pulling back with barley widened eyes as he stared at you. His breathing was heavier, much like yours.
"Oh god— sorry, sorry," he's apologizing while beginning to take his hand off your side, or at least not have it up your shirt. His mind is instantly racking through all the meetings and paperwork he'd have to fool with if anyone figured out he kissed a student and reported it. Sure, the both of you were adults but that doesn't negate the fact that you're on campus grounds.
"Huh? No, no it's fine," your hand shot down to his wrist in attempt to prevent him from breaking contact, "I wanted that"
Eyes trailing back down to your lips, body instinctively giving in to lean forward once more, but he catches himself when you readjust your grip on his wrist. Gently, he's still removing his hand from you.
"It's just we really shouldn't be doing this— it entirely breaks the universities policy"
You're practically following his body when he tries to subtly lean away. You bite your lip slightly to conceal your pout, but this disappointment was prevalent.
"It's okay," you insist but he's already just leaning back on the couch and one hand is pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes close in thought. He doesn't like annoyed, but he's definitely showing an emotion you'd never witnessed before. "I've wanted to do that for a while, do you not want to?"
"It's-.. it's not a matter of want, it's what's right. As a professor, I'm not supposed to be seen like—"
"Oh like you don't know half the class wants to fuck you"
The words come out so quick you hardly had time to process them before they have already slipped out. It was the truth, but perhaps you shouldn't have worded it like that. You see his hand drag down his face, eyes opening as it just covers his mouth for a second. Finally, it's slipping off his lips and lower jaw and falling back into his lap.
"No, I don't know what you're talking about. This is all strictly educator and student. I-.. I think we should continue with the last few questions—"
"Professor Higuruma," you interrupted. He had gone back to trying to pick up the paper from the coffee table, but your tone makes him retreat: leaving it abandoned. "If.. you want this, then I'd really like to give it to you..."
His gaze is locked on you as his mind move a mile a minute while mulling over each possible outcome. All of which get interrupted when the idea of what you sound like cumming takes over. Rapidly, and without much more consideration, he's making his choice.
¡Law Professor Higuruma! who was clearly no longer hesitant if you consider the position he's got you in.
He's laying back on the couch with his ankles dangling off due to his height. At his face, he's managed to convince you to hover your pretty pussy over it as he works at slurping up the sweet nectar. Well, hovering was your idea that he wasn't particularly fond of.
After your horny, needy confirmation, he was swift about getting to business and continuing the previously paused makeout. In the middle of trailing wet kisses down your neck, an idea popped into his head. However, you would've never thought that "idea" would spiral into you face sitting for the first time.
Sure you'd seen it in porn, but no one actually did that— right? I mean the couple of men you've been with certainly weren't itching to eat you out like your professor was. All that stuff about men actually caring about a woman's orgasm had to just be porn and the fanfics you read late at night. Today seemed to be the day you were proven wrong though.
"Sweetheart, just sit down," he insisted while his hands were settled on your hips. He didn't want to necessarily shove you down on him, but he was so damn close to it. He didn't understand the complication: all you had to do was suffocate him with your sloppy pussy.
"B-but I might hurt you—"
"You're not going to hurt me"
"You don't know how much I weigh! Let's just do it like—!" by the unfortunate, unholy grace of god, your knee slightly slipped off the slippery leather couch and forced you down. Instantly you were worried from how hard you might've hit his nose— you'd probably die from embarrassment if he bled.
However, after slipping you immediately felt warm, hard licks through your lips as a groan vibrates against your skin. You go to lift yourself slightly and check on the man, but his fingers dig into the plush of your waist as he made a disapproving groan before it shifted into a moan once he shoved his tongue into your hole.
"F-fuck, Professor Higuruma—" you whined out on instinct, but he immediately delivered, not a harsh but firm, slap to your ass that made you jolt. He mumbled something incoherent since your vulvas were literally muffling his speech, but you could make out him just repeating his name for you to call him.
He's moving your hips entirely on his own as he drags your body up and down his face while he begins to suck on your nub and then delivered a playful nibble that had you gasping.
"Just grind baby. Yeah, yeah like that," he groans: his voice husky and clouded with pleasure as his eyes remain shut. You begin to roll your hips downwards, just slightly, so your clit could catch on the bridge of his nose.
Eventually, his hands leave your hips and instead trail themselves to wrap more around the back of your thigh and loop over to the front. From that position, he glides his hands down your navel before they reach your pussy and gently pull back the outer folds. This time, he did slit his eyes open while watching your drip all over his face and expensive leather couch.
"God, you're gorgeous," he mumbled as if to himself, "so so beautiful baby. Tell me, does your pussy get this wet for other dumb guys? Are you drenched by some pathetic frat boy trying to grind on you like a dog?"
"No even that bleached one?" he then inquires and if you weren't so distracted with the way his tongue was shoved into your pussy, maybe you would've realized his reference. The guy who was in your law class and purposefully sat beside you— Higuruma noticed him long ago. Though if he noticed, that does mean he's been thinking of you.
You maybe babbled some more things as you got lost in the pleasure, but you don't care. You feel one of his hands leave holding your pussy open and instead slip into it. Easily, his finger slides into you hole with all the natural lubrication you were producing.
"Mhm, tell me about it," he mutters when you moan over his finger curling just right. "Making you feel so good, huh? Should've let me take care of you hours ago. Poor baby probably hasn't even been paying attention— just fantasizing about this pussy being stuffed"
His lewd words almost surprise you— the put together professor, never one hair misplaced or his tie not properly tucked, was actually finger fucking you while licking up the mess you made?
"R-right there! There!" whining out repetitively as you feel yourself approaching your climax. "Higuruma right there please"
You words sound like the prettiest melody Higuruma ever had the pleasure to listen to. He felt his cock aching and he was tempted to trail a hand down to squeeze it— wanting to relieve some tension. Though, he tried to just stay focused on you and not how he throbbed every time you whined his name.
"I hear you," he groans while redoubling his efforts by flicking his tongue against your clit and even tracing figure 8's. "Sound so pretty sweetheart. Let me hear you when you cum"
One of your hand latches onto the front of his hair while you yanked at the roots subconsciously and leaned forward; placing a hand on the arm rest of the couch as your thighs trembled.
You're coming undone over his face as whines, moans, and high pitched groans escape your bruised lips, from all the earlier kissing, and fill the other wise silent atmosphere. Higuruma helps you ride your orgasm by soft suckles to your clit, then eventually eases off once you let go of his hair.
¡Law Professor Higuruma! who softly guided you off his face to instead slide down his chest and into his lap. He didn't bother wiping the slick that covered his nose as he sat up, which forced you to sit more over the pronounced bulge in his slacks. Your clit catches the fabric just right as you felt his warm, heavy cock under you and it almost made you whine and start rutting into him. He just quietly appreciated how your weight felt settled over his dick as he rolled his hips up once, but paused when you gasped— overstimulated.
He did let his thumb dip to the side of his lips and push whatever slick he could find back onto his tongue.
"You taste so good," he mumbled while leaning to press a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on him as his hand cradled your face softly.
Unsurprisingly, you were quick to make a "returning the favor" joke as your hips followed their natural instinct to rock on his lap.
¡Law Professor Higuruma! who never in his life thought he'd be sneaking around with a student. Though, he couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through his body whenever he saw you show up to class every day and sit front row.
Frequent visits to his penthouse apartment, car, school office, and whatever somewhat 'classy,' quiet space we could find.
At first he beat himself up about it. Him sleeping with his much younger student like some weirdo professor that needs to grow the fuck up? It truly made him almost spiral for the first few days.
As your moans became imprinted in his memory and the way you'd tear up right as you came— only to slap a hand over your mouth— became all he could think about.
How soft and warm your walls felt the first time he was pushing into you as you laid in his bed. How his hand trailed to your clit to rub small circles as you adjusted to his size and girth. How it felt when he was able to lean down and wrap his arms around your upper back and cradle the back of your head, then begin just pistoling his hips into you while chasing his orgasm.
Soon this affair drifted from one week into several, then into months. Higuruma kept it hidden from others in his life, but he never wanted you to feel bad for the arrangement. So, he'd still take you on dates to expensive restaurants he knew no college student could afford; therefore, someone wouldn't see the two of you together. Or he'd drive you to the expensive outdoor mall on the other side of town that had designer brands and insist on you 'picking something pretty' out.
Overall, your sex life was more than satisfied and your grade in his class returned to an A+. Though that wasn't because he adjusted them due to you sleeping with him— that's a line he'd never cross. He had to maintain some dignity. Instead, it was through him helping you with concepts and always being free to answer questions about material in class.
He cared for his sweetheart, so even when one time you pulled off of sucking his dick to ask about the Erie doctrine, he'd just begin explaining it like he was lecturing. Totally not getting distracted by how you looked on his knees, so eager to lap up any precum trailing down his thick length.
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A/N: thinking of making this a series with different JJK characters as professors
art in banner is from @hunnismoker on instagram!
